The sky-blue super-large soup bowl is like a great landscape painting. Not to mention eating it, just a few glances are a great enjoyment.

"Master Zhou has put his heart into it..."

Mr. Shang looked at the lotus leaf and lotus soup in this large soup pot and suddenly said loudly: "The lotus pond is green in spring, and the crows have crossed the river. Who is talking on the bank? I only praise the fragrance of red plums!

What a good dish, great dish, Master Zhou, what's the name of this dish?"

The last step in this bowl of lotus leaf and lotus soup is to cook it with the chicken skin with the hanging chicken soup. With masters like Zhou Dong and Huang Sixia, the ugly goosebumps were cut off directly, and the remaining thin chicken skin was cut into four or even five layers, and finally it was as transparent as cellophane.

These chicken skins are in the broth, and only a few rolls are rolled up, and the collagen rich in them will be released. It is really a good thing for women to nourish their skin, men to nourish their qi, elderly to prolong their life after eating, and children to eat smart and clever things... In short, it is a first-class good thing.

According to "Dream of the Red Chamber", the Jia family often uses chicken skin as soup, such as "sour bamboo shoots, chicken skin soup, "shrimp balls, chicken skin soup", etc. Liu Laolao often ate it and marveled at the luxury of the Jia family.

Moreover, if these treated chicken skins are added to the hanging chicken soup, the layers become richer. The soup looks deep and deep, like an undercurrent, like a lively pool of clear water, with a natural charm.

In this mountain of blue water, several green lotus leaves appeared. Between the lotus leaves, a few shower heads half poked out of the water, bent over, as if paying tribute to Mr. Shang. Among them, there were light purple or pink lotus flowers blooming. The layers of petals were actually covered with green dewdrops...

Next to this pool of clear water, there are also green embankments, and red plums are blooming on the shore, which is in line with Mr. Shang’s previous impromptu poems. As for why there are plum blossoms in the season when lotus flowers appear? Who would be such a stunning spirit? I wonder if there is still freehand painting in Chinese landscape paintings?

Is this still a dish?

With Mr. Shang’s knowledgeable knowledge, this is the first time he has seen such a beautiful platter; and can this be considered a platter? No matter how smart the platter is, it also has the word “plate”. It can be seen that the dish is a dish, and the platter is a plate. After all, one thing carries another thing. How easy is to achieve perfect integration?

But Zhou Dong seemed to have brought out a lotus pond painting, which made people suddenly ignore that it was actually a dish, and his mind also sneaked into it with this dish...

At this moment, he had long forgotten all the worries he had before. He only felt that his stomach screamed slightly and a lot of saliva came out of his mouth. As expected, his father still had the vision. Xiao Zhou was indeed extraordinary when he took action.

"Mr. Shang, this is the lotus leaf and lotus soup recorded in "Dream of Red Mansions". Master Huang and I tried to restore it according to the records in the book."

Zhou Dong did not forget to add Lao Huang, and he did make great efforts.

"Oh, it's the soup in "Dream of Red Mansions"?

It really made Master Zhou worry."

Mr. Shang looked at Zhou Dong and didn't want to say anything, but said to Huang Sixia a little blamedly: "I still know this soup dish. I need to use very fine molds, and it is said that it needs to be made of silver?

The book says that for this mere soup dish, the Jia family will have to spend twenty taels of silver?

Master Huang, Xiao Zhou doesn’t know, you know, I have always opposed luxury and waste. When did you quietly prepare this set of molds?"

"Old Shang, no..."

Huang Sixia's face turned bitter, and Mr. Shang really misunderstood.

Zhou Dong hurriedly said: "Don't worry, Mr. Shang, we didn't use any silver molds. These molds used were all made of winter melons by Master Huang.

In fact, apart from this very complicated set of molds, this lotus leaf lotus soup is just a commoner's food and is not considered a luxury at all."

"Oh, if that's the case, then I'll try it?"

In fact, from the first sight of the lotus leaf and lotus soup, Mr. Shang felt hungry and had the urge to eat all this soup dish.

However, in front of his son and grandson, Zhou Dong and Huang Sixia, he still needs to be reserved. First, pick up the spoon, scoop a bite of the soup and put it into his mouth.

“So delicious!”

Mr. Shang secretly praised him for drinking too much chicken soup, and it was mostly chicken soup hanged by chef Huang Sixia, so it was naturally not far behind. However, in addition to being delicious, today's chicken soup also has an amazing touch. The invisible soup in the past seemed to suddenly become a tangible object, flowing to the tongue and teeth, as if it was gently stroked by a warm hand...

Then it melted in the mouth. The process of melting was very layered. The chicken skin carefully separated by the two chefs had been perfectly integrated into the soup, but it had not yet completely melted away. With rich collagen, it was continuously lingering with Mr. Shang's mouth and tongue. The moment it melted away, it was like a warm current, quickly absorbed by the stomach and intestines, and then slowly nourished the old man's body.

This change like the spring rain moistening objects can be clearly felt by Mr. Shang. If the old man was asked to describe his feelings at this moment in one sentence, it would be like drinking this sip of soup to be like walking from the cold winter to the spring. The sun is warm, the wind is warm, and even the hearts are warm...

After a sip of soup, it makes people calm and refreshed, and at the same time they have a great appetite!

Mr. Shang put down the spoon, took the chopsticks handed over quickly like Shang Qingxiong's legs, and gently picked up a lotus pod. This lotus pod was naturally fake, but because the mold carved by Huang Sixia was really first-class, and Zhou Dong's almost perfect pastry skill has reached the level of being fake and real.

The overall lotus pod is mainly green, so naturally the rice noodles mainly used are mainly "Qiancui Drops". The other two rice noodles are reasonable in proportion, either adding their fragrance or adding sweetness to make their taste more layered and richer in taste.

In addition, when rice noodles are put into the mold and steamed, real lotus leaves must be laid at the bottom of the cage to borrow its fragrance. It was difficult to find fresh lotus leaves in this season, but Huang Sixia has great magical powers and actually found fresh lotus leaves. With such good things, it also adds a lot of color to this soup dish.

Mr. Shang knew in advance that this was a fake lotus pod, otherwise he might not be able to tell the truth at first sight. That's it. He also took it in front of him and looked carefully: "Good skills, you can just make the real fake, and there are lotus seeds?"

Except for this lotus pod, it is edible as a whole, and everything else is like a real lotus pod. On the head of the lotus pod, there are bulging bulges, which are exactly the way lotus seeds are hidden below.

Zhou Dong smiled and said, "Old Shang, it's like eating a real lotus pod. If you push away the lotus pods on it, you can see the lotus seeds."

"Oh? That's so interesting, I'll give it a try."

Mr. Shang suddenly became childishly and placed the lotus pod on the dish in front of him, picked up the chopsticks and poked it gently at one of the protruding positions.

"puff."
Chapter completed!